Silence scares me… the blank page on which I write my own fears.
Spirits of the dead showed me hell, but it was a pale imitation
of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.
― Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns
I've got to do this thing
Late at night—
Write
Whatever my heart
Sings—
Even melodies
Of pain for you.
So, forgive me, Love,
The places I go
You can't come...
